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| Member Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: Chicago
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| My Super Sober Weekend
When someone asks how my weekend was, they are usually met with a blank stare while I stir my plastic spoon into the coffee, contemplating my weekly losses, and gains. Stirring the spoon usually buys me a couple of minutes, in which I devise a liquid story that flows smoothly and discreetly into the office pool of weekend doings. To be honest though, my weekend went something like this: Friday after work I went to a professional massage that I couldn’t afford. The girl was awesome, but not an extra $30 awesome. I was treating myself to my first non-student massage in years, and it only helped to decrease my stress a minimal amount. After that I was in bed before midnight, which is pathetic for a "single" woman of 29 years. In the morning *we* were going to go to the zoo but *we* found out that we couldn’t go because the zoo was closing up early. He threw in the towel while I continued to search out hope. I landed on Wicker Park Fest, which ended up sucking ass. This year I remembered to bring my own toilet paper, but it did not alleviate the disturbing entertainment that was provided this year in lui of DDZBB. After enduring a crowd that would define my personal hell, I ended up at the only real music studio I have ever been in. I obtained an awesome CD of free music I enjoy that is weird and unanticipated. There was a gate that led out onto the street through…you had to ask permission to leave the studio and that is creepy for women to have to do. I spent all day Sunday lounging and contributing to absolutely nothing. Sober Goodies: I had toilet paper when everybody else had run out. I paid the cab his full fare in confidence that I also tipped properly. I got into my house without confusion, without fumbling with my keys at all. I knew when to cut my losses and go home. $$$I found 9 dollars on the park bench and nobody else was paying enough attention to find it$$$. Also, summer in Chicago is not the same. Right now I’m going back and forth between worlds and just bouncing. |
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